Saturday, February 15, 2014
Next, and Pretty Darn Good
Well, the time I spent in Hampden was, I hope, the worst time of my life. Only my recent law suit over alimony can compare, though it is certainly a distant second. So this subject evokes both good and bad, resulting in a stalemate, I guess. Now it is watercolor on paper. My attention is on color and value as I work on it. Can I create a cloudy sky? Rocks? Bare trees? Architecture? No, of course not, but can I arrange paint on a piece of paper so that it makes one think of those things? Yes, but it will be a cloudy sky in someone else's life, a farm where somebody else visited or lived, was happy or sad.
It's interesting that people expect an artist to communicate with them. Many times even the artist thinks he or she (ooohh, that's hard on my learned version of the English language) is communicating, or even enlightening the viewer. All anybody can do is look in a mirror.